My turn again! MAF pilots rotate being"on call" for medical flights over the weekends and sometimes it works out for passengers to fly along. This past Saturday, it worked out for me! We got the call about 8:45 Saturday morning, a woman who was 5 months pregnant, was having some complications and needed to be transported to Maseru. This is what I have been waiting for, to see the villages and and people who changed Traig's life course. I was finally going to see first hand why we came to Lesotho.
20 minutes later we were in flight. It was amazingly beautiful! I was sitting next to the pilot Christiaan, right were all the action was! The flight time was 40 minutes and I was immediately overcome with the beauty that I saw all around me. The mountains were vast, and every so often I would notice a tiny
I knew that the landing strips were barely that and didn't realize where we were landing until we were practically on the ground. We made a pass to make sure there was no livestock or children in the way and then we landed. The village was untouched by time except for our plane sitting on a small patch of grass there among the huts and naked children. The woman we were transporting looked more of a girl to me and did not speak English. She had probably never ventured this far from her home before and it was clear she was very frightened.
I found this quote in some of my reading this week and it is my prayer right now so I will end this entry with it. Blessings, Laura
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing Laura!
It's like nothing else. I'm glad you finally got a chance to experience it.
Sounds amazing! Hugs and Kisses!
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